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hell cant behold days burnt on the fire of nights, when bombs burn
the air from out of your mouth children look to the skys for the
awnser to questions they were forced to ask.
When a fist breaks the air and a march in febuary is stopped by
tear gas, will the people whose arms have been tapped to their
sides and over they mouths wake up and pull themselves free.

But when bombs fall on homes and the eyes of children are laden
with fiery skies, lakes turn to ice in febuary.
Mice of men realize money is cash in their eyes.

Walls broken down torn from sky to hell to the fiery hatred of a
suburban concrete maze linking us to our desks of desent.
Blackhawks whirl and riots twirl, the choices they make are the
solution and we get abused
by the bottom of a government's shoes as giants walk on the poor.

there is no innocence no help when strings are set and traps
corrupt even the makers to watch a giant fall in november is like
watching mice of men labour for a days dollar.
Labour is freewill and desent is communal.

serfdom is what they want you to be, The kings control even the
seas of discontent but oceans apart is the distance of hearts.
communal homes and massive concrete giants rise among slums,
seem to send the message, when cuts so deep bleed out on the
streets in march.

elephants of the people squash even mice of men.